Not Knowing
Where to run
In the shadow of street fires
And eyes that look
in yours with a mad desire
to kill
Not knowing
which way to turn
in the melee of screaming children
screeching tyres
tear gas loaded tears
resounding gunshots in the night
Which child to take?
Which one to leave?
Which hand do we hold?
Our house is on fire!
Our house is on fire!
PoP Jan 1 08
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